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It's funny that I find myself back at NaBloPoMo today. I haven't posted here in quite a while. Life, ya know? And I don't lack for blogging outlets between my own blog and the gig for which I actually get paid.
Paid to blog and yet I enjoy it more when I give my content away. What is wrong with me?
November 1st was a holy day of obligation in my childhood religion, which makes it an interesting choice for the two major writing fests that claim it as their start dates - NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. A month with a major holiday, Christmas shopping to knuckle down and do and shorted by one day is a unique choice. As if writer's can't find enough distractions and ways to procrastinate - make 'em churn out words in the bleak first days of Standard Time too.
But okay, I haven't nearly enough actual work to shirk. Home, husband, children, homework from the first writing class I've forced myself to endure in two decades and all the while painfully aware that my editor would like me to commit type, if not body and soul, to the job she'd gladly pay me for doing - if I would just do more of it.
Yeah, I need this.
I do.
Really.
When I was young ... and I mean really young before husbands and children and years of my life were toiled away serving a public schools system that thought little enough of my efforts, I wrote like I needed to breath. It was automatic. Every day the words poured out and formed on spiral pages, Mac Classic screens and those crappy Dell PC's my school district must have lost a bet to have to purchase.
And no one read a word of it.
There was no Internet. No blogging. But I wrote.
Today with outlets everywhere, I hesitate, hold back and need November prompts?
Why, when I have lived life - a women's life and I am not ashamed of it - is it so much more difficult to find words or want to write them when I do?
November 1st is the writer's New Year and new year's start with resolutions rarely kept - but no matter. It's the setting of the intention that's important. I've learned that much from my yoga.
A blog post a day. It's a small enough thing with the potential for more.
(I actually posted this yesterday but the tool ate my post ... or something like that. So much thanks to Melissa for digging through the old site's archives to retrieve this for me.)
